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“What I want is not to die alone," she said, her voice suddenly small. "I didn't really choose this life. It's just the only one I have...”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“That was one of Saint's rules.

Nothing is free.

He wasn't just talking about food or passage or the clothes on your back. He was talking about respect. Safety. Protection. They were things no one owed.

And one way or another, you always paid.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“My father had always told me that seabirds were the souls of lost traders. To turn them away or not give them a place to land or nest was bad luck.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“Over the stern, I could see the clouds rolling over the sea towards us. Hungry.
I closed my eyes and drew the humid air into my chest. I'd spent my childhood in the face of storms just like her, many of them angrier than this one. It was the reason only the most daring traders sailed the Narrows. And even though I could feel her power in every bone, every muscle, there was something deep inside of me that opened its eyes from sleep when I felt it. It was terrifying, but familiar. As beautiful as it was deadly.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“A look like thunder after a lightning strike lit on his face. Fear wound around every inch of his body and squeezed, and the feel of his hands on me sent a chill up my spine. There was something knowing in the way he looked at me. Something pulled at the knots in the net of lies we'd both told.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“Night fell over the sea, painting the Marigold black except for the white sails stretched against the dark, clouded sky. The stars and moon hid, giving no sign of where the sea ended and the sky began, and I liked the feeling. Like we were floating in the air. The west wind was warm, finding its way onto the ship before it ran back to the wake on the water behind us.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“It caught the wind above me as I untied the lines and pulled. The night sky was black and empty, stars cast across it in swirling sprays. There was no moon, leaving the deck of the ship dark below. I leaned into the mast, letting my weight fall into the ropes, and tipped my head back, feeling the wind rush around me.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“I'd never been to the Unnamed Sea, but my mother was born there. Her leathered skin and callused hands made her look as if she'd grown up on a ship, but she'd come to the Narrows on her own when she was no more than my age, finding a place on Saint's crew as a dredger and leaving her past in the Unnamed Sea behind. She would wrap her arms around me as we sat up on the mast with our feet dangling, and she would tell me about Bastian, the port city she called home, and the huge ships that sailed those deep water.
Once, I asked her if she'd ever go back. If she'd take me there one day. But she only said she'd been born for a different life, and so had I.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“It was the spot I'd sat every morning, waiting for my father's ship to return, even though he told me it wasn't coming back... it took me two years to believe him.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“I stood against the wind, watching the movement of the water around the coral islands. It pushed up the shelf gently, and if it was as calm beneath the surface as it was above, I could do the dive in just minutes”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“She's saying something.
My mother's words found me, there in the black.

I pinched my eyes closed, her face coming into perfect view One long, dark red braid over her shoulder. Pale gray eyes the color of morning fog and the sea-dragon necklace around her neck as she looked up into the clouds above us. Isolde loved the storms.

That night, the bell rang out and my father came for me, pulling me from my hammock bleary-eyed and confused. and when he put me in the rowboat, I screamed for my mother until my throat was raw. The Lark was already half-sunk, disappearing in the water behind us.

My mother called it touching the soul of the storm. When she came upon us like that, she was taking us into her hart and letting us see her. She was saying something. And only then would we know what lay within her.

Only then would we know who she was.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable

“There was an ocean of lies dragging behind this ship. They'd killed their dredger and another helmsman's stryker. Whatever they'd done in Sowan was spreading in rumors across the Narrows. And if that wasn't enough they were running side trade under the nose or their own employer.”
― Adrienne Young, Fable